Time For The Garden

03/30/2005

The changeable weather accurately forecast, remains with us all day. Swirling hill mists, a low eight degrees, an easterly breeze, but although dull, it is dry all day. After a morning spent in the office, dearest Dottie and I follow our rule of dropping everything to try to work outside when the weather allows, and head for the garden. As usual, we are a long way behind in the schedule of improvements that we planned for this year; however, we both manage a solid few hours and feel much better for it, with at least impressions of our plans taking shape. We must just accept that our new garden scheme is going to be long term; especially as we old folk are attempting most of the work ourselves. One of the benefits of age with this type of vision is that, although we lead busy business lives, we do not have too many other distractions, certainly no distractions that we can easily give in to! I spend a little while with Lachie and sheep and watch and hear my first skylark. The lambs are very nearly here; this excites me as another sign of longer, warmer days to come. We do not scan the flock anymore so that the exact rate of our successful breeding must be proved at birth, always a bit of a nail biter, and then all the worries of weather, disease, crows and foxes. Pleasantly stretched, we relax in front of the TV and receive the expected news that number one daughter has lost her job with Tony Blair’s PR. It will be some time before the whole story comes out! The current tale is that it was unfair dismissal, we shall see. Yours Aye, Archie, The Baron Trollaigh.